Poem: The Fine Line
A fine line, a filament, a dilettante rope
Unfurls and hides. We might not see yet can’t refuse
The shades of meaning found in joy and hope.
Choose words carefully –
That’s the lesson, the lemon, the luminosity.
Should you be charged with loquacious verbosity,
Sentenced to the slammer,
Annealed by hammer,
Or whatever indignities fail to fit the crime,
Remind the judge (and jury, too),
Concoct a plan, a verbal stew,
And excuse your reason with a rhyme.